#4194 poetry

photo : on the side of the road, a blue flower, free beauty.

Mornings arrive, something creaks and the mirror reflects a strange image back at me. Courage! A day like any other, one must brush their teeth, even if the world is falling apart.

For there is also courage in climbing the hill with your shopping, in apologising for everything and nothing, it creates connections. We are irreversibly transformed in the courage from the kettle’s click to continuing despite the fog and opening the door to life.

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